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Pocket Full Of Rye

by Charles E Minshall

I sang a song of six pence
With a pocket full of rye,
But I gotta tell you
The whiskey wet my thigh.

Twas more than twelve and twenty drops
That were not in a bottle,
The one who said to do that
I'd really like to throttle.

12/09/2003

Posted on 12/10/2003
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Vikki Owens on 12/10/03 at 04:38 AM

heh. :) what is it? for every drop you spill, how long in hell?

Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 12/10/03 at 07:08 PM

Way funny!!!

Posted by David R Spellman on 12/10/03 at 11:47 PM

That's alcohol abuse you know!

Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/11/03 at 05:55 AM

this and a few comments are just too funny!!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/12/03 at 02:48 AM

LOL!!! Hmmm Now where are my Prohibition signs? hehehe! Too funny!

Posted by Kate Demeree on 12/13/03 at 03:50 AM

*giggling*... *BRAVO* I absolutley love this one! One delightfully twisted fairy tale!

Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 12/13/03 at 03:59 AM

Now wring every last drop out, and don't waste it!

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 12/14/03 at 12:36 AM

lol!!!!!!!!!!! Once again you hit the funny bone!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/15/03 at 04:10 AM

If you had a rye-soaked thigh / instead of mud-in-your-eye, / you'd be way far ahead / if you ever make it to bed.

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